Death's Cold Hand
Easter brings back sad memories.
My mother died on Good Friday.
She was a bible scholar and quoted
Jesus's words every day to us kids.
I remember her love for lavender,
Her operatic gentle voice singing to us.
How she loved little children with joy
And what a great grandmother she was.
4-4-19
Writing Challenge 1- April, 2019 -
Its All About 8 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
2. Elegy
1. Death's Cold Hand
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2019
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